Saturday, February 2, 2013

Swirlydoos Ultimate Design Challenge Week 3

Want to see what's been keeping me busy this week? I mean besides substitute teaching and feeding everything with a mouth around here?I made the Round 3 cut for the Swirlydoos Ultimate Design Challenge and got to play for another week. This week's project was courtesy of Miranda - who expected us to ::GASP:: work with METAL! Oh dear. Does she not know about my long standing feud with all things steam punky and industrial? In fact, I have such a hard time with this particular genre' that I've invented my own signature style and named it "Country Punk" just in desperation to prevent being laughed out of next county. No matter. Metal foil tape, embossing, and altered items. That was the assignment, so up with the rolling of the sleeves, and down with the lump in my throat, and into the mucky mess with my fingers, and out came ....this. Which is not so bad, if I say so myself. Turns out - it really was super fun. But once again, steam punk and I have agreed to part ways in favor of a more "country" flair.My signature "Country Punk" strikes again!

It's a metal coated mini album covered with bits and pieces of things I love and things that I mostly wanted to get out of my bottomless stash of bits and pieces of things.

The little wood fence lifts up. Under, there is a little red glittered heart and some ribbon grass. Eventually, this will have a picture of Cowboy as well.

The little flower in the heart is one of Amy's earrings. I found it in the bathroom drawer after she moved out. There was only one, not a pair, and I could not bear to throw it out. I knew I'd find a use for it. Turns out...

The little metal butterfly is tethered to the family word. I think that's kind of symbolic. Everyone needs to find their wings, but our family keeps us stable and secure and grounded when the wind gets too strong and we need a safe resting place.

The feathers are courtesy of my chickens and the bluebirds that live here in the summer. The bingo numbers - lucked out with those. They're our house number!